Large rooms fit for grand balls. Intricate arched walls and velvety textured wall paper. Artwork large and small, masterpieces adorned by lavish frames. Even the air smelt sophisticated. The atmosphere was electrified with history. The National Gallery at Trafalgar Square is a gem in London. From room to room, I walked in circles staring agape. Surely this amount of beauty under one roof is a sin?
A second, third and infinite trips is a must. And maybe one day I can sneak a painting home for a wall in my room. Or maybe I should hide underneath one of the couches and eventually make all that splendour my new home.